As the carriage rolled down the ancient stone path, barely not sliding downward thanks to Arad's driving, gravity magic, and Mc's sheer might and hooves that were designed for snow and mountains.
The snowstorm was growing stronger and stronger by the second, and Arad even considered just swallowing the carriage into his stomach and walking on his own.
Sadly, he couldn't just do that.
Recently, the Dark Elves were dealing with mountain trolls a lot. And no offence, with his size, they might mistake him for one and shoot from a mile away.
He looked at the sky, wanting to blast the clouds away with his wings, but Zephyr had warned him about messing with the weather too much. He could destroy many ecosystems. The worst that could happen is monsters migrating down the mountains and hitting the city.
Several minutes later, Arad finally saw something besides snow and rocks.
